Louis' long lost sister

Chapter forty

Arriving home and seeing a bunch of the lights on was the best thing I've come home to since the boys left. I never knew that just simply seeing a glow behind a curtain would make me so happy. When I park my car, i nearly jump out and quickly walk inside due to ice on the ground. When I walk through the unlocked door, I could smell the pizza and hear the football game that was on the TV and that's when I knew that I was truly home. These past couple of weeks, it hasn't felt the same coming home to an empty house. I missed the different smells and sounds of a full house.

I go into the kitchen to see two large pizza boxes on the counter and one last plate. I take a slice of plain and walk into the living room to find all of my boys are sitting around watching the game. "Wow, I've missed this." I say. They look up but then go back to what they were watching. I sit on Harry's lap and pretend to know what's going on on the screen in front of me. I sit and quietly eat my pizza and when I'm finished, I walk back to the kitchen to throw my plate out. Then, I run upstairs to my bedroom to get my present for Louis.

I run back down the stairs and place the gift in his lap. "What's this, sister dearest?"

"That, brother dearest, is your birthday gift that you are about to open." He nods then starts slowly peeling at the wrapping paper. Under the wrapping paper, is a cardboard box. After that is opened, Louis reaches in and pulls out a picture frame with the stills from the Story Of My Life music video. The old picture and the new picture.

"Freya, this is great. Thank you so much!" He says then pulls me in for a hug. We have cake a couple minutes later and we watch the rest of the game before we all go to bed. Harry sleeps in his own bed tonight because we are both extremely tired.

I wake up the next morning to something dangling over my face. When I open my eyes, it's a piece of mistletoe on an extendable antenna like you would see on the controller for a remote control car. At the end of then antenna, there's a smiling Harry with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. "Hello, my love, Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas." I reach for the hot chocolate but Harry stops me then points to the mistletoe. I sigh then lean in to kiss him which he meets me in the middle for. He extends his hand witht he hot chocolate and I sit up to take a sip. Once I take a couple of minutes to adjust, I get up and grab my bag of Christmas gifts for the boys then take in downstairs where the rest of the guys are waiting for us.

After an hour of opening presents, the girl friends come over and spend the day with us. Throughout the whole day Harry randomly sticks the antenna and mistletoe over my head. I give him a kiss all 14 times and eventually, the girlfriends (and fiances) all go up to my room where we gossip there. El and Perrie talk about future wedding plans and Dani and I just say interesting things going on in our lives.

At dinner that night, we actually make use of the dining room. This is very rare in this house and the last time we used this room was Thanksgiving and I think that the last time they used this room before that was last Christmas. The girls go home late in the evening which leaves me back at only girl in the whole house. I clean up all the food lying around, swearing to do the rest in the morning after the boys leave.

That's right. The boys will already be leaving tomorrow. They said that they don't know when the next break is but have a feeling it will be in the spring.

I go up to my room to find Harry waiting for me in my bed in only his boxers. I change into my pajamas then try to climb into bed but Harry stops me. "Nope. Only bra and underwear are accepted past this point." He tells me.

"And why is that, Harold?" I ask him.

"Because you look hot, not gonna lie." I roll my eyes but strip down to my underwear and bra then climb into bed.

"Harry, aren't you ashamed to see my scars though?"

"No. Your scars are beautiful and I like how you only say scars. Looking at you now I can only see those. No fresh ones. How long has it been?"

"Almost two months." I say very proudly.

"Babe, I've never really talked to you one on one about this so I would like to take this opportunity to. If you ever feel the need to harm yourself again, you need to call me. If I don't answer, call Paul. Freya, your body is the house you grew up in, how dare you try to burn it to the ground. I want you to know that if this problem continues, I will talk to Louis about you seeing a therapist."

"I understand, Harry. By the way, how long did it take you to think up that house thing?"

"About a week or two." I smile and Harry kisses my arms and then thighs, slowly getting higher. Before I know it, my underwear is around my ankles and Harry's tongue is somewhere I probably shouldn't mention.

Awhile later, Harry finishes inside of me (wow that sounds weird) then collapses next to me on the bed. We pant with sweat covering our faces and some random song playing in the background. I turn to face Harry and smile at him. "Do you know what your name means?" He asks me while looking at my ceiling then looking to me when he's done.

"No, do you?"

"Of course. Your name is of the goddess of love, beauty, war, and death in Norse mythology."

"And why do you know this?"

"I wanted to see if the meaning is as beautiful as you."

"You're a fucking sap." I slap his arm then roll over to fall sleep. Harry turns off the music and joins me.

In the morning I wake up extremely cold and very alone. The house is super quiet so I get dressed and go to check it out. I find the house completely empty with a note on the counter.

'Dear Freya,

I'm sorry that we had to leave so early. Paul showed up and practically had to drag us out of the house. We didn't want to wake you so we didn't say goodbye. I'm sorry that we never go a chance to. We love you though and we can't wait to see you on our next break!

All our love,

The boys. (Louis specifically because I'm your brother and I wrote this note.)'

I smile and then I realize, I'm all alone in this giant house, once again.